Secrets
I will walk into the night
the coldest, blackest night.
And whisper my secrets
only to myself.
See my secrets
hanging in the air, bare.
I will be exposed if only
someone learns to read my breath.
gather ’round the fire and let me tell you a story
I will walk into the night
the coldest, blackest night.
And whisper my secrets
only to myself.
See my secrets
hanging in the air, bare.
I will be exposed if only
someone learns to read my breath.